What-If-Vision

What-If-Vision

Chapter Four - Gildy and Lawny Part II

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*On the What-If-Vision*

"My dear, what have I done to deserve such...exquisite hospitality from you?" Lockhart moaned.

"Just sit back and relax, let my hands work their tricks...if there's anything you need..." offered Trelawney.

"No, I'm quite alright!" he chuckled, jingling a glass of what looked like ice-cold pumpkin juice, " but I must say, you're quite a professional! Surely you added this...talent of yours onto your resume?"

Trelawney blushed at Lockhart's comment, but kept going with the foot massage she was giving him.

"You know Gildy, I've always had a soft spot for house elves, especially good looking ones like yourself!" she admitted.

" My fair lady, I admire you as much as you do for me. Come closer please, there is...eh...something I would like to show you." asked Lockhart, with a sly grin on his 'elfish' face.

Trelawney paused, and then moved next to where Gilderoy's head lay, on the couch.

"What is it?" she questioned.

"Come closer, a bit more," pleaded Lockhart. As the confused Divination teacher moved in nearer towards him, Lockhart leaned in, waiting to close the space between them...

"Class is going to start in 5 minutes! Oh dear! Gildy, we have to prepare for the class!" Trelawney stood up so suddenly that Lockhart rolled over and landed on the floor with a 'thump'.

By the time they finished turning on the mist machine and lighted the incense, most of the students were already filling their seats.

"My dears, today we will be studying the art of prophesy making, but before I start the lesson, I would like to introduce Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who has returned to assist me in my Divination classes." announced Professor Trelawney.

Lockhart stood up from his chair and gave a small bow to the class. There were gasps and mumbles and whispers filled the classroom once the students recognized the changes in their ex-defence-against-the-dark-arts teacher.

"Please be quiet class, Gildy...I mean Professor Lockhart may have suffered some changes on the outside, but he is still a talented young man inside." she continued, ignoring the number of hands raised. "Please turn to page 154 of 'Pessimistic Prophecies'. You will be working in pairs today. Write down any prophesies you that you can discover in your partner."

Ron was working on Harry's prophecy, which foretold Harry winning the annual Miss Universe beauty contest. They were laughing with tears running down their cheeks until they were interrupted by a high-pitched voice.

"A beauty contest eh? Still want to broaden your popularity Harry?" said Lockhart sharply, "I started winning beauty pageants at the age of two, so if you need any help or advice, I'll always be here for you."

After he left, the boys exchanged looks, "He hasn't changed a bit has he? Not even after been obliviated!" Ron joked, amused to see Harry's face glow with embarrassment, but before he could say anything else, Professor Trelawney walked towards their table with a look of horror on her face.

"Professor Lockhart just told me that Mr. Weasley predicted your winnings at a Miss Universe contest, is this true?" she badgered, Ron nodded his head.

"Oh dear, by using my extended knowledge of prophesies, I can say that this one is a gloomy one. I'm sorry to inform you of this, but after you receive your title as Miss Universe, you will slip and accidentally fall of the stage, and the tip of your tiara will spear through your head, leaving you to die a most painful death." She then left them in shock as she walked over to help Parvati and Lavender.

Harry was first to recover from Professor Trelawney's 'explanation', "I never thought this would happen, but Lockhart and Trelawney will be the end of us!"